So, uh, it's October already? September blew by -- in what constitutes a major life change, I've been moving in with the Ski Bum. It's the first time since 2002 that I haven't lived alone, and moving (and preparing my old place to be rented) has made me radically rethink the benefits of private property -- think a special episode of "Hoarders" devoted to Eastern Europe, hockey, and penguins and you get some idea of what my place was like. Books about the Balkans alone took up several storage boxes.
In a masterpiece of bad timing, I also declared September to be "Infinite Jest Month" -- reading that was long overdue. Now, finishing it is: moving and reading IJ at the same time don't really mix, as I'm usually getting in about five pages as I collapse at the end of the day. I'm still just 1/3 of the way through it.
And that's all I'm reading. So the only addition to the list lately is this:
#34 -- "Ajax, Barcelona, Cruyff" by Frits Barend and Henk Van Dorp
This is a collection of interviews with the soccer legend, and -- as is probably obvious -- one's interest in the book will be directly proportional to their interest in Johan Cruyff. Mine's moderate. Some of it's really interesting -- Cruyff is not humble and not shy about stating his opinion, making him a far more fascinating personality than, say, Tom Brady or Sidney Crosby. But then many of the interviews are directly related to issues in Dutch/Spanish soccer at the time of speaking, and those get eye-glazing if you don't have a doctorate in "internal politics at Ajax, mid-70s."